I've ben thinkin' back, of late, S'prisin'! - And I'm here to state I'm suspicious it's a sign Of age, maybe, or decline Of my faculties, - and yit I'm not feelin' old a bit -...
Coming, clean from the Maryland-end Of this great National Road of ours, Through your vast West; with the time to spend, Stopping for days in the main towns, where Every citizen seemed a friend,...
Sweet Singer that I loe the maist O' ony, sin' wi' eager haste I smacket bairn-lips ower the taste O' hinnied sang, I hail thee, though a blessed ghaist In Heaven lang! ...
The bookman he's a humming-bird - His feasts are honey-fine, - (With hi! hilloo! And clover-dew And roses lush and rare!) Hiss roses are the phrase and word Of olden tomes divine;...
Up and down old Brandywine, In the days 'at's past and gone - With a dad-burn hook-and line And a saplin' pole - swawn! I've had more fun, to the square Inch, than ever ANYwhere!...
"Want to be whur mother is! Want to be whur mother is!" Jeemses Rivers! won't some one ever shet that howl o' his? That-air yellin' drives me wild! Cain't none of ye stop the child?...
In Spring, when the green gits back in the trees, And the sun comes out and STAYS, And yer boots pulls on with a good tight squeeze, And you think of yer bare-foot days;...
A thing 'at's 'bout as tryin' as a healthy man kin meet Is some poor feller's funeral a-joggin' 'long the street: The slow hearse and the hosses - slow enough, to say at least,...
Who bides his time, and day by day Faces defeat full patiently, And lifts a mirthful roundelay, However poor his fortunes be, He will not fail in any qualm Of poverty - the paltry dime...
My dear old friends - It jes beats all, The way you write a letter So's ever' last line beats the first, And ever' next-un's better! - W'y, ever' fool-thing you putt down You make so interestin',...